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THE/ Triumph of the Seas;/ OR, THE/ English and Dutch Victory over the French Fleet,/ To the Joy and Satisfaction of all Loyal Subjects.University of California - Santa BarbaraThe Early Modern CenterDirectorPatricia Fumerton1692Early Modern Center, University of California Santa BarbaraSanta Barbara, CA08/06/200722209

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5.387R2345291Let Mary Live LongLet Mary Live LongLet Mary Live LongHEre's News from the Fleet, / Fill Bowls with Canary,Now, now, let them Uapour, / Now, now let them Uapour, / of what they have done. {stanzas 1-3} To tell their old Master, / To tell their old Master, / of what they had done (stanzas 4-6, 8; with variations)date from imprint; Battle of La Hogue.Pepys 5.387Rollins (1) VI:193-196; Wing T2292[A]Pepys LibraryThe Pepys ballads : facsimile volumeEditorW.G. DayD.S. BrewerCambridge [England]1987
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5: 387THE/ Triumph of the Seas;/ OR, THE/ English and Dutch Victory over the French Fleet,/ To the Joy and Satisfaction of all Loyal Subjects.THE Triumph of the Seas; OR, THE English and Dutch Victory over the French Fleet, To the Joy and Satisfaction of all Loyal Subjects.The Triumph of the Seas; Or, the English and Dutch Victory over the French Fleet, to the Joy and Satisfaction of All Loyal Subjects.1/2 sheet folio, 272 x 136horizontal and vertical rules1692Printed for P. Brooksby, I. Deacon, I. Blare, and I. Back. 1692P. Brooksby, I. Deacon, I. Blare, I. BackWeinstein: imprint

THETriumph of the Seas;OR, THEEnglish and Dutch Victory over the French Fleet,To the Joy and Satisfaction of all Loyal Subjects.Tune is, Let Mary Live long.Licensed according to Order.

I.HEre's News from the Fleet,Fill Bowls with Canary,To William and Mary, The French they are Beat,and shatter'd at Sea;Loud Cannons did Roar,And laid them in Gore,while some of them Run:Now, now let them Vapour,Now, now let them Vapour,of what they have done. II.They threaten'd this LandWith desperate Ruin,Strange Plots they were Brewing,A French Armed Bandthey thought to bring o're;But brave English Boys,With Thundering Noise,has forc'd them to Run:Now let the French Vapour,Now let the French Vapour,of what they have done.III.The French hoisting Sail,Their whole Fleet together,But (Oh) the bad Weather,Soon made them turn Tail,in spight of their Crew;Till our Admirals hot,With their thundering Shot,did cause them to Run:Now, now let them Vapour,Now, now let them Vapour,of what they have done. IV.Their best Ships of War,With Cannons like Thunder,We then rent in sunder,To punish them fortheir Impudent way;Likewise many we Burn'd,While others return'd,and homewards did run,To tell their old Master,To tell their old Master,of what they had done.

V.The Jacobite Crew,False Rumours was raising,Our Captains dispraising,Yet this would not do,their Plot was in vain;For the Enemy found,They were Loyal and sound,and caus'd them to Run,To tell their old Master,To tell their old Master,now what they have done. VI.Was e're the like known?Instead of their Landing,With Power Commanding,Their Fleet's overthrown,by true Men of War;To their sorrow they find,We were all of one mind,and forc'd 'um to Run,To tell their old Master,To tell their old Master,Boys, what we have done. VII.Quoth Monsieur, Verdike,Wid horror they fill us,Nay, Wound us and Kill us,Begar me no likesuch Fire and Smoak;For they pounce, pounce so fast,We're forced at last,like Cowards to Run;Begar there's no boasting,Begar there's no boastingof what we have done. VIII.De Engelish theyIn heat of de Battel,Deir Cannons did rattle,A sharp bloody Fraywe did undergo;But Begar, now no more,Will we trouble deir Shore,but homeward now run,To tell our dear Master,To tell our dear Master,Fait, what they have done.